Day 10 Writing Short Stories

Weaver

Everyone in the city has their own destiny. So it was meant to go. Until there was a weaver. One who could take that destiny everywhere they wanted, and one would never know their path was altered. But she did. She could feel it in her bones that something was amiss. That the life she was leading wasn’t hers. The misery wasn’t supposed to be there, nor all the dead bodies piling on her watch. But it was not her watch. She was just a student. Yet another life haunted her—life with a gun and a badge.

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That was all I could write today. I had a really hard time finding the right story. The comic, sarcastic, witty writing style didn’t fit the mystery genre. Rebirth was there, and a third-person point of view, but not an omniscient one. It was like the stories inside my head, wanting to come out, didn’t want to fit into the parameters. Then all I got was a thought, a dream, and not a story. I’m sorry for that. I don’t think there’s a clear reason why this felt so hard. Just a thing of happenstance. But I still feel there might be a beginning to a story here, just without some of the restrictions, like the comic style. I can feel that there could be a serial killer weaver out there who could alter people’s destinies before killing them. A demon or some other monster with supernatural powers. How scary it could be to have the dissonance that something was amiss, but there was nothing you could do about it. That was another thing. I think this story might have been better told in the first person. Anyway, now I’m off to cuddle my cats before heading to work.

Thank you for reading! Have a day of your own ❤